Climbing

I had a thought, what was it -

I reach for the ledge and slip.

It's gone, like that; the jolt

From moment into unmoment

When time dilates and falls apart

So do I; from being into unbeing

Save for the rope that holds me tight, unravels

Me to the ground.

I am safe, again, the jolt was just a dream

Of grave danger; but still I hunt

For the coming dread, the next anxiety,

And the next.